As the shadows fall above me
And the clouds black out the sun
The Great Heathen Army stands before me
Clashing their shields and bearing their blades
Whispers of madness, the demons come for us
The light of God, truly has decayed
The sons of Ragnar, here for bloody vengeance
The hateful children come to play
The King is dead
Taken by the pagan
Sacrificed to heathen gods
The blood eagle, screaming
Down into a pit of snakes
A devils king, torn asunder
As the dead litter the ground
And my brothers lie bloody before me
The demons come, wicked, and sinful
The Great Heathen Army pours forth
Cometh the Boneless, stained, his crimson flesh
As the city walls crumble before me
The Devils legions have taken all we have
Our cries for God, empty echoes, heard by none
The King is dead
Taken by the pagan
Sacrificed to heathen gods
The blood eagle, screaming
Down into a pit of snakes
A devils king, torn asunder
As we march into the hinterlands of Wessex
Thunder claps in the sky as it darkens above us
Our gods are with us, Thor cries a battlecry in the heavens
Odin strikes his mighty fist, summoning us to war
We march to victory, to death
We march for vengeance, for our fallen king
We march for blood, to war my brothers
For glory awaits us in the great halls of Valhalla